Now it all makes sense…

*Master Betty walks into room and looks down at Starling’s plate of corned beef hash*

Master Betty: “Oh. Nevermind. It makes sense now.”

Starling: “What?”

Master Betty: “It makes sense now why the cat came in here meowing and complaining to me like she was telling on your for something. She thinks you’re eating cat food.” *Wrinkles nose at Starling’s breakfast*